In the tranquil realm of Doriath, Where the leaves whisper and light cascades, there sits Lúthien, fair elven princess, her thoughts as deep as the twilight glades. Her robe, a blue of the summer's day, yet in her eyes, the evening's grey. Adorned with lilies, gold and bright, her hair, a shadow in the fading light. With a melody, soft and low, she hums, a tune of ancient days that once were sung. The water mirrors her pensive gaze, unveiling thoughts of bygone days. Though lost in reverie by the lake's embrace, softly she hums, an ancient tune, as stars above begin to commune, her senses sharp, no step misplaced. Around her, the world may shift and stir, yet in her heart, only peace occurs. Lúthien hums melody, whose song and spirit through time prevail, in forests deep where her dance weaves, blessed be the ground her light foot leaves.